Chapter 22

School was back in session all over Iowa and Claire knew it was time to implement the next Carefree Village phase. It was a Sunday morning and she was back at the resort to shoot another video for the campaign.

The Robinsons — Danny and Donna — had replaced Conrad with a new videographer. The 18-year old named Serena Hanson was inked across her shoulders and back — sleeves covered both arms down to her wrists.

The Robinsons didn’t explain the change, and Claire didn’t care if it was economic or creative or simply a fresh perspective. She was pragmatic, results-driven.

Serena told Claire, “I want more pussy. I’ll start with some stills. Grab a racquet and pretend you’re stretching to return a shot.” Serena lay on her tummy on the pickle-ball court. The motel and pool were in the background.

Several guests drifted over to watch the shoot; the ones who had signed model releases knew they might end up in the crowd scenes.

Serena said, “Move your legs further apart. More. Straighten your back. Don’t look at me. Good, good, good.”

Then Serena lay on her back, underneath Claire’s legs. “Pretend you’re tossing the ball up for a serve. Good. Wait a minute.”

Serena rummaged around in her camera bag and came up with a small jar. She dipped her middle finger in and deftly applied foundation to Claire’s little pussy. The change was barely perceptible in the bright sunlight, but would brighten and highlight her pussy a little more in the video.

Serena posed her for stills and video clips all around the resort — on the diving board, climbing out of the pool, in an apartment, doing a somersault on a kingsized bed. Serena’s mantra was, “More pussy, more pussy.”

Claire now understood why the Robinson had hired her.

When Serena was finished with Claire’s shots — “We’ll dub in the dialogue later.” — she began with the guests. Donna had explained the strategy, “We’ll film them in action, but won’t show any penetration for now. Imagine a montage of faces caught in mid-climax.”

Danny said, “Joyful, expressive faces. It’s obvious they’re cumming, but it’s up to the viewers to put it together.”

Donna, “Not too obvious, but it won’t take a genius to figure out.”

Claire was fascinated with the process. She had signed off on the concept; believed it was a valid premise. But she’d have to see the final versions before she gave the nod.

The first vignette was typical of the shoot. The scene opened with two married women in their 30s, nude, embracing, deep-kissing on a chaise. Marci was on her back, Linda, on top. The camera remained focused on Marci’s face as Linda’s head moved south.

While the clip itself would be only 15-seconds long, it took about ten minutes of pussy-fingering and licking for Marci to cum. And cum she did. No actress could fake the ecstasy that flashed across her flushed face.

In the editing process, the scene ended with Claire smiling in the sunshine, sitting on the diving board, both heels up by her butt, her arms crossed over her knees, her bald pussy front and center, “Remember, at Carefree Village, clothing is forbidden.”

Other clips ended with the same tagline. At Claire’s suggestion, Serena filmed old lady Dawson from the shoulders up getting boned until her face melted into a blissful orgasm. Then a 40-year-old guy who owned a car dealership in Des Moines, his face turning red as he exploded into the wife of a man from Waterloo.

In the latest three clips, naked little busboys were scampering around in the background. No context, no explanation. Just five little hard-ons.

Danny told Claire, “Brilliant! That’ll set tongues wagging.”

Donna winked at her, “Time for your closeup.”

“Roger that, Miss DeMille.”

This was part of the escalation that had been planned from the beginning.

Serena posed Claire in a black chaise lounge by the pool. She was leaning back at a 45-degree angle. There was no sound; they would dub in barely perceptible background laughter and chatter later.

Serena started with a full body shot and slowly panned in as Claire trailed her right hand down from her shoulder, pausing to caress a nipple, down het tummy. By the time Claire’s hand reached her pussy, Serena had her framed from only the neck up.

It didn’t take Claire long — the 52-year-old woman had been masturbating for decades. Passion was easy to read on her face. At the moment of orgasm, she nailed her line, “Remember at Carefree Village ... OH! OH! OH!”

The Cum video.